Professors Flitwick and Sprout, chatting in the hall after classes, both did a double take as Professor Severus Snape glided past. He had a big goofy smile plastered on his face, and he was… humming something strange and cheerful.
"Severus?" Flitwick called timidly, the potions master turned at his name and paused for a moment.
"Sorry, can't stop to chat, I have an after school detention tonight with the Potter boy." Snape smiled deviously and blew a kiss at his fellow staff members before whisking out of sight toward the dungeons.
"What in the world has gotten into him?" Flitwick asked Professor Sprout, "I hate to admit it, but the manner in which he smiled has me absolutely frightened."
"I had a sister once…" Professor Sprout began, "Tilly, she was never very attractive, and always went about in the most sour of moods. No one in my family was very fond of her." She paused, putting a finger to her temple in thought, "but then one summer, she came home late from a concert with some boy she had been seeing. She was all smiles and horrendously friendly. It was unnatural."
"What had happened?" Flitwick asked interestedly.
Professor Sprout grinned and leaned toward the shorter man.
"Well, my parents never found out, but apparantly Tilly had finally experienced the full monty."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She got laid."
Both professors looked in the direction Severus had gone, after a moments contemplation, Flitwick made a face.
"Naaah."